#jack goes home smut

[josibunn]

real :3

creds to @/jdsbagpipes on twt they’re very funny

[444rockstargf]

courtesy to @kappasbbgirl

"an angel looking to get fucked hard." | jack thurlow

gods & monsters. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: the deep wounds of a fight have the chance to be healed by a good choice of attire.

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35

female!reader x jack

word count: 1.9k

contents: jack being an asshole (only for a little), teasing, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, implied aftercare

“i can’t believe you.” your voice was shaky and broke halfway as tears began streaming down your face. “on the one day of the year that should mean something to you, you spend it getting wasted at the bar!” jack rolled his eyes, his tongue glued to the corner of his mouth. “give me a fuckin’ break, angel. if i’d known you were going to throw a hissy fit over a goddamn anniversary, i wouldn’t have even come back!”

you hastily wiped your tears with the back of your hand, spinning around and storming up the stairs. “you can be a real dick, y’know that?” his eyes flickered with the rage that he desperately tried to suppress. he bolted up the stairs behind you, pinning you to the nearest wall as he stared daggers at you. you squirmed out of his grip, looking away from his gaze. “you’re the worst guy in the world…”

he grabbed you by your wrist, using his other hand to hold your jaw as he brought his face unsettlingly close to yours. “i’m a good person, you hear me you fucking brat? and i hope you don’t expect me to just take this bullshit from you.” he shoved you away from him with more force than intended. you looked at him, your eyes glazing with hurt and anger as he turned away from you. halfway down the stairs, he spoke once more. “i’m going out. don’t wait up for me and have dinner ready by the time i get back.”

he grabbed his coat and his car keys, walking out the door without another word and slamming it shut behind him. you stood there, body trembling as your fists clenched at your sides. you didn’t think it was too much to ask him to remember something as simple as an anniversary. all you’d wanted was a card or something. even a simple kiss on the cheek would do. but you should’ve known better than expecting the bare minimum from jack thurlow. but you were going to prepare dinner for him. it was your duty after all.

after an hour of tirelessly working in the kitchen, you looked out the window and saw jack’s black car pulling into the driveway, contrasting against the vibrant sunset in the background. you quickly straightened up your apron, hiding whatever it was that you were wearing underneath as you heard him barge in through the door. “i’m home.” his voice was just over a mumble.

he peeked his head into the living room, seeing no sign of you. “in here!” your voice called from the kitchen. he muttered a few words under his breath as he trudged over to the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks as soon as he saw you. you were on your knees, bent into the oven as you slowly pulled out a hot tray of lasagna, your apron getting in the way of the main attraction. but you’d already caught his eye just as planned.

you set the dish on the counter, grabbing a plate for him. “dinner’s ready. just like you asked.” jack seemed stunned that you’d bothered obeying his command after how he had treated you, feeling a small pang of guilt in his chest. he nodded. “thanks.” he said as he made his way to the dining table, sitting down in his usual seat.

you quickly whipped off your apron, smoothening out the short, translucent sun dress that you had put on. you walked in holding a perfectly prepared plate of lasagna, garnished with a sprig of basil. you set the plate in front of him, his eyes shooting in your direction and immediately taking him by surprise. as you handed him his fork, you purposefully fumbled it and dropped it on the ground. “oops, silly me.” you smiled sweetly, bending over to pick it up. jack’s breath instantly went heavy as your hips pressed into his arm, the thin fabric riding up your body just enough to give him a taste of what he was missing.

you could feel his eyes boring into your ass as you teasingly came back up, setting the fork on the table without even bothering to rinse it off. you were still angry, but you felt a sense of triumph as you saw the glistening drool nearly falling down his lip. he shook his head, taking a deep and shaky breath. in a much softer voice that dripped with guilt, he spoke. “l-look, angel. can we ta-” but you were already back in the kitchen, scrubbing away at all the dishes in the sink.

jack sighed deeply, his appetite vanishing in an instant. he peeked over at you, listening to the sound of you humming and feeling his gut wrench at the way your hips swayed ever so slightly. undeniable guilt was coursing through his veins at this point. while he was out, he’d concluded that he needed to apologize for never acknowledging the little things that you appreciated so much. and the fact that you still got all dolled up and cooked for him after that, it sickened him to his core.

he pushed his seat away from the table, quietly making his way over to you with his hands shoved in his pocket and his head angled downward, leaning against the kitchen doorframe and watching as you washed the dishes. even while doing the most mundane chores, you looked so divine. like an angel who’d come down to save jack from his sins. or a succubus that had come to make all his lustful fantasies come true. it was an illusion that often had him losing sleep at night.

with he deep breath, he walked up behind you and pressed his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. “...i’m so sorry, baby…” you could fight the smirk that tugged at your lips as his toned biceps pressed against your tits. “oh really? but i thought that you were never wrong?” 

he tightened his grip around your waist, his lips kissing your neck softly. “i’m a fuckin’ idiot for being so mean to you. i didn’t mean to forget our anniversary. i-i’ve just been so stressed with work and all and…” he swallowed hard, rubbing slow circles onto your waist with his thumbs. “i’m just so goddamn sorry, baby.” you smiled, turning off the faucet and spinning around to face him.

he leered down at you, his remorseful gaze flickering with something much more explicit. the purposefully small sundress sagged on your body just a little, as if it was begging to come off. he smiled a little as he began to feel tightness in his jeans. “what if i made it up to you right here, angel? would that make you happy?” you had to stop yourself from jumping with joy. no matter how much of an alien jack seemed like sometimes, he was still a man. and men were well known for having a common weakness.

though you were aware of what he was insinuating, you fluttered your eyelashes, trailing a hand down his chest which was clothed in a dark blue sweater. “how..?” he grinned, hands trailing down to your ass as he picked you up, connecting his lips with yours in a needy kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, jack setting you down on the counter as a deep moan escaped from his lips and entered yours.

his hands immediately traveled to the thin string that held the sundress together. “i’ve been wanting to take this thing off all night…” he looked up at you, his frosty eyes seeming to be begging for permission. when you nodded, he frantically undid the neat bow, tossing it to the side and wasting no time taking off the dress.

his eyes darted to your tits first, his pants growing tighter by the second. he cupped your breasts, taking one of your erect buds into his mouth and swirling circles on it with his tongue as he kneaded the other one between his fingers. you bit your lip and whimpered softly as he stimulated you.

through his jeans, you felt his cock mimicking the patterns of a heartbeat. here he was, pleasuring you before even thinking of himself. you reached your hands to his belt, unbuckling it and letting the metal clang to the ground. his pants slipped down his knees with ease, his cock springing up and slapping him on the stomach.

he pulled away from your nipples, smiling drunkenly at you. “you see how hard you get me, baby..?” your eyes widened with amusement as it began to drip with precum just from the sight of you. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, desperate groans making his chest rise and fall. jack lined his rod up with your cunt, his arm wrapped around your waist as he held you close.

he slowly slipped himself into your walls and you tightened your grip around him, your teeth digging into his shoulder blade. he rubbed your clit to help it go in smoother. “i’ve got you, baby. is it okay if i go rough with you today?” you nodded, already feeling so full just by him being inside of you.

his hands moved to your hips and he began bucking himself into you, lips parted as needy sounds emerged from them. he pulled your legs onto his shoulders, the cool air of the kitchen covering your body as he immediately hit you in the core. then he went for it.

with his hands gripping your hips tightly, his balls slapped against the base of your pussy. his forehead pressed against yours his hot breath synching with yours. your gummy walls were practically crushing his holes. no matter how many times he’d fucked you, you were still tight as a virgin.

you rolled your hips against him, tossing your head back as his cock twitched inside of you. he was going at lightning speed, the slight curve of his dick hitting you in the perfect spot each time. “o-oh god… r-right there, jack…” his brows were furrowed with whatever emotion he felt right now.  “i got you…” his arms were wrapped tightly around you as the sounds of your moans, whimpers, and skin slapping together echoed through the polished walls of the kitchen.

jack bit the inside of his mouth to prevent anything from coming out. “y-you… you have no idea how much i’ve missed this, angel. ‘ts been too long… too goddamn long…” your hands tangled themselves in his thick hair as he abused your guts, you climaxes nearing at a rapid pace.

you could feel his cock swelling inside of you as he desperately tried to keep himself from cumming, but the lack of sexual activity left his stamina lower than usual. his knees buckled as his balls tightened up, making way for the flood of cum that cascaded through his cannon. he quickly whipped himself out of you, dropping to his knees and shoving two fingers into your throbbing pussy as his tongue swirled circles onto your clit. with a few contractions of your limbs, a thick, white waterfall poured out of you, trailing down his chin all the way down to his neck.

he licked you completely dry, his tongue meeting every fold and cleaning up every inch of your sweet cunt. he rose back up to his feet, kissing you on the forehead and picking you up again. “how’s that for an anniversary gift, huh?” you laughed softly. “i think you’re getting the hang of it now.” he beamed with joy, tucking his cock back into his pants. “how about we wrap up this fine evening with a nice, warm bath?” you wrapped your arms around your neck, you naked body embracing his in a tight hug. ”lead the way, jack.”

author's note: this was too much fun to write!!

[avidhorrormoviefan]

all he did was whimper and limp around this entire movie i had this movie in full blast in my headphones

he thanks you when you make him cum. like hardcore thank you. “augh fuck thank you momma… s’fuckin’good fuck…”

he’s a service top frrrr

he makes sure that you come before he does

he whimpers in your ear when he’s fucking you but on some events when he’s a bit more of a top top, he grunts and moans in your ear

when you ride him he puts his hands on your hips rather harshly and helps you bounce on him, the way you make him feel when you’re around him makes him fucking feral

when he’s giving you head he tongue fucks you every time because he loves the way you taste

he overstimulates youuu

oh and when he’s overstimulated it’s over for him. he’s a whimpering and whining mess under you. his mind wants to pull away but his body doesn’t bc he just loves it too much :((

when you give him head he wants you to give him gagging crying throat clenching kinda head

when you wear a new bra and panties set that he bought you, he makes sure that you keep it on when he’s fucking you, so whenever you wear it you always think about him and how good you feel when you’re with him

he steals your underwear. idkidk

i will for sure do a part two (maybe with another of his characters??) bc rory has me in a chokehold right now

[kristennero-wallacewellsver]

EURONYMOUS♡

(performance of rory culkin)

headcanons/notes because I watched lords of chaos again (English is not my first language)

♡- Euronymous is a compulsive liar, he would say anything to look good in front of you and he would support it until he dies or until it goes wrong

♡-He has a way with words to convince you, he manages to make you believe what he believes (although he changes everything to his convenience)

♡- If you are in a religion he will try to convince you that it is a form of oppression and you should get out of it, no matter if you are comfortable with it.

♡- He pretends to be a bad boy all the time when he's with you and his friends, but we know that when he gets to a private space he likes to cuddle up with you and watch some weird movie.

♡- HE HATES GROUPIES, so it is clear that he is a faithful boy who respects your limits, knows how to keep himself in line unless you allow him to go far.

♡- Although he enjoys chaos, it is clear that he has limits and would even prevent you from seeing the band's concerts or strange things that his friends do. He also wouldn't let you enter the circle with all those boys.

♡- a little possessive perhaps, he likes to have all your attention just for him

♡-He clearly likes to be in charge and be the leader, so

[quicksilversg1rl]

no I literally need him inside my veins

I want him inside my skin

I need him so bad this isn’t funny anymore

[angelsnkisses]

thinking about dark!jack <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: i tried to resist but.. well, you know me. this is my first time trying something like this, i'm kinda nervous 😭. (i did make it relatively tame, since i don't have much experience with it!)

warnings: dark!softdom!jack, sub!gn!reader, (briefly implied fem anatomy, sorry!!) overstimulation, unprotected sex, degrading/mocking, use of safe word, lowkey ignoring safeword, dubcon (?), creampie

• he's so unfair the whole time he fucks you.. like, you'd be a sobbing, overstimulated mess, begging him for mercy as he pounds into you so roughly :(.

"aw, you need a break? don't wanna cum anymore?"

• he'll have your legs around his waist, one hand keeping your wrists above your head while the other holds your hip, pinning you down and rocking into you hard. there'd be a sticky, white ring around his base from you cumming over and over again, which only drives him even further past the point of reason.

• he'll talk you through it (but that doesn't mean he's equitable in any way, he makes sure you understand that he's in charge). whenever you start whining and insisting you need a break, he's all sweet and lovey towards you, voice dripping with honey while he reassures your deluged mind.

"you can take it, look how well you're doing for me."

"just a couple more, yeah? there you go.."

• this man has insane stamina, he'll cum inside you over and over and still manage to keep fucking you. it takes a whole lot to get jack to tap out, which he hasn't ever done so far. it's always you who has to croak out the safeword.

• he stops when you use it.. but he's not immediately cleaning you up and asking you what he can do for you. no, jack just looks down at you, pouting his lower lip and slowing his thrusts down to a snails pace. he'll ignore your meek pleads and attempts to get your wrists free, the hand on your hip snaking up to your face to cradle it gently.

"it's too much for you, hm? feels too good?"

• he'll mock pity at your nod in agreement, smiling sympathetically when you give him those red, teary puppy eyes and start sniffling quietly. he'll wipe the tears away from your heated cheeks and press a kiss to your nose, resting his forehead on yours to start cooing at you.

"you can do it, doll, i know you like it.. just gotta relax, mm?"

"you're making me feel so good.. you wanna make me feel good, don't you?"

• and of course you do :(.

• he has a way of.. persuading you. he knows just how to get into your pretty little head, and as much as he should feel guilty, he doesn't. he wants you all to himself, and he has no problem doing whatever he can to keep you. he craves your dependence on him, as twisted and toxic as it seems.

• the day you told him you couldn't get off without him anymore, he lost his fucking mind. he had never fucked you so hard, spewing out praises and filthy comments the whole time. he was over the moon about the effect he had on you, and he made it real obvious the entire time.

"i bet you thought about this, hm? touching yourself, pretending it was me, trying to cum so bad."

• he'll probably make you finish anywhere from four to six times before he's satisfied, finally pulling out of your abused hole with his eyes pinned to what he's doing. why? because he just has to get an eyeful of all the cum that spills out of you, making a huge mess on your bed (i hope you laid a towel out).

• he completely fucks you out on the regular, like genuinely pray for your legs.. and your spine.

• he's honestly so genuine during aftercare, especially after he's real rough with you. he'll help you wobble over the bathroom to get you all cleaned up, pressing kisses to your warm skin and mumbling quiet praises the whole time.

**

A/N: i'm so sorry for this 😭 it's been rotting in the back of my mind and i needed to write it down before i started going insane. hope you enjoyed though, happy scrolling <3.

[nevvdrinksteaa]

pairing: jack thurlow x reader

warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, porn without plot, afab reader, oral (face fucking!!!), degration (use of bitch, slut, whore), slight praise (that’s a stretch), DADDY KINK (jack has a daddy kink sry not sry (#daddyissues)) !!!!!, use of toys, no reference to body type or race !!

word count: 400 (short lil thing, i’m tired and horny sry)

as always reblogs are loved and appreciated,, also i’m taking requests hehe *kiss kiss*

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“come on, bitch, just like that”

you’re laying flat on your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed, body hot against your cool, silk sheets. you could feel hot tears streaming down your face, drool pooling from the sides of your mouth.

“awe look at you baby, why are you crying? you asked for this” you felt his cock push deeper and deeper with every stroke.

jack has his hand tight against your throat, making you light headed, his other hand held a wand, vibrating violently against your clit. you felt yourself getting closer and closer, knots tightening in your stomach. you took your hand to your leg, tapping against his leg to breathe. you took a deep breath, feeling yourself let go. you felt dizzy, stars speckling your vision.

“wanted daddy to fuck this pretty fucking mouth and now you can’t take it.” he gave your face an open palm slap, then patting your cheek lightly, tapping his cock against your tongue. “you gonna be a good whore and take it?”

you nodded quickly before you felt him push himself back in, moaning at the intrusion. he kept steady thrusts, groaning at the tightness with every shallow breath you took. “you look so pretty like this, throat wrapped around my fat cock”

you moved your hands up cupping his balls playing with them slightly, rolling them with your fingers. you felt him twitch in your throat, followed by a loud groan. “fuck i’m close”

your felt him pick up the pace, hips moving in a smooth pattern. “you gonna take daddy’s cum down your throat?” your eyes squeezed shut, blinking tears down your face. “be a good little whore and swallow it all”

you felt his pace falter, moaning as he came. “fuck, i’m coming, take it. take. it. all.” pushing his body into you, his hips punctuating every word. you felt your mouth get hot, salt coating your taste buds. jack pulled out slowly, leaning down to look in your eyes, his hand grabbed your jaw.

“did you get what you asked for baby?”

[f1nalgirlz]

least to most likely to have a mommy kink: Rory characters edition!

(not all characters, mostly ones i'm more familiar with to make a proper judgement, clearly i take my job seriously /j also this is purely my opinion and if you disagree that's totally fine :P) The demons in me couldn't rest until i wrote this so :}

Warnings: NSFW, use of mommy (duh), sub!Rory characters, dom!Reader (for the most part), explicit language

Least:

Kappa:

- to be honest i just don't see him being into the whole mommy situation...

- like sure he could be **kind of** submissive at times, but mommy just isn't rolling off the tongue for him.

R!Euro:

- honestly kinda similar to kappa in that, mommy isn't rolling of his tongue particularly easily HOWEVER

- he's definitely further up on the list because i definitely see him subbing easier than Kappa lmao

- he most likely wouldn't use something like 'mommy' though, R!Euro is a 'mistress' man and i'll stand by that (probably)

Ollie Sway:

- he's at this placement for way different reasons than the others lmao

- he'd be wayyyy too shy to bring it up to you despite it being something he could see himself liking

- and if YOU'RE the one too bring it up he's still too embarrassed to voice it's something he might like or be interested in

- would be the type to 'ew' his way out of it simply to avoid any perceived embarrassment about being submissive.

- would come around later (give it 2 days MAX) and admit his feelings when he felt comfortable enough.

- would be totally open to mommy or even other names after coming to terms with his own feelings towards it

Jack Thurlow:

- he would, but not for the same reasons as everyone else

- he has a crazy breeding kink & you cannot tell me otherwise!!

- when he calls you 'mommy' it's almost always condescending or laced with fake sympathy

- when he calls you mommy, it's because he's threatening to make you one

- fucking you so good and saying the filthiest shit ever in your ear with mock sympathy

- "you like that, hm? like it when i fuck you full of my cum? gonna make you a mommy."

(nearing most likely territory here)

Clyde:

- i was torn on who to put in this slot between Clyde and Charlie...

- it's not that Clyde WOULDN'T be into it, he'd just be hesitant

- he has absolutely no problems subbing, but the specific name threw him off a bit at first

- 'mommy' doesn't exactly roll off his tongue with ease regularly yk??

- HOWEVER ,,,

- once you get him pretty deep into subspace, it comes out a lot easier.

- if you're fucking him really good 'mommy' just slips out so easily, he's just not thinking about anything other than how mommy is making him feel in the moment :(((

- the first time he moaned it out, you hardly heard him, it was so soft and quiet.

Charlie Walker:

- he definitely wouldn't be the one to bring it up first but... come on.

- he'd probably be a lil embarrassed about it and it might take quite a bit of encouragement to get him over that little bump of embarrassment

- but after that he *loves* it, not that he'd actually say that.

- he's more of a show how you feel than say it kinda guy.

- surely willing to be such a good boy for mommy <3

- he's literally obsessed with you and would do *anything* for you anyways.

Danny Cooper:

- DUHH !!!!! the subbiest sub to ever sub, you guys

- he's the one who brought it up, extremely shyly i'll add

- once it's been discussed and in action, he's not shy at all though. he's definitely not too shy to moan out for mommy to his hearts content <33

- he thoroughly enjoys calling you mommy, he loves belonging to mommy,

- ESPECIALLY when he's being reminded of how he belongs to mommy !!!

- he adores being mommy's good boy and he is a good boy. the best even.

- when you're fucking him so good he's just a drooly teary eyed mess, and you compliment him, "mommy's baby is so pretty"

- he might just cum on the spot :'))

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[lustkillers]

｡ﾟ･ ୨୧ me and the devil.

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - you've devoted your life to the man above, the one you call your savior. you resisted the temptation of man, yet there was this void that needed to be filled. perhaps the devil you call 'jack' can fill that very void.

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - jack thurlow x fem!reader

✶ c.w. - nsfw, dom!jack, sub!reader, religious!reader, ooc jack? reader is described wearing a dress, p in v, couch sex, corruption kink, virginity loss, religious imagery, slight sadism, creampie, overstimulation, humiliation, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism? (let me know if i missed anything!)

⊹₊ ⋆ note - happy new years from me to you! enjoy the start of 2024 with a couple of fics/blurbs or however you wanna call them! love u all <3

a silver, dainty cross sat on top of your chest as you typed away on the computer across the broken cubicle of the man you called the devil.

jack thurlow was his name, and you were punished by god himself for the sins you've done when you were younger. now, it caught up to you, and you hated it. what sucked more was that the border between his cubicle and yours was torn down, so every time you looked up, his face would be there. you knew that hate was a strong word, but you had to say it. you had to say:

"i hate you." you mumbled, a stern look on your face. but that look only looked stupid in jack's eyes. he thought it was a pathetic attempt in trying to stand your ground, and it only fueled you more.

he only raised an eyebrow, looking at you with the same monotone look he always had. “you tell me that every day.” he replied, making you grip the bottom of your pretty white dress in anger.

"i swear to—"

"who are you swearing to, huh?" he cut you off, making you whimper a little in response.

that shut you up immediately, making you fiddle with the ends of your dress. as much as you didn’t want to talk back, jack was making it harder and harder. he knew how to push your buttons, and wasn’t afraid to do so. he’d always have this one goal: to break you.

you were the office's 'pretty little thing,' a running "joke" that the men in the office would partake in. they would talk about how "innocent" and god ridden you were, and they all wanted to corrupt your innocence, your faith. jack had never partook in such activities, let alone ever converse with the men in the office, except for when his coworkers would ask if he'd like a cup of coffee, he'd always decline.

"answer me." he pushed the subject on you, and just as you were deciding what to say, the clock hit eight pm. you only sent him a soft smile, your plump, pink lips curving upwards.

you fluttered your eyelashes at him, tilting your head. "have a good night, jack!" you were packing all your stuff, your breasts bouncing a bit, making the cross necklace that sat on your chest move along. that alone made his eyes avert to your breasts, eying the way they move.

he had thought how you were a woman of god, yet wearing skimpy clothing that made everyone at the office have a hard-on. just how naive were you?

however, it was also time for jack to clock out as well, him falling along. the rain outside poured harder, and he was trailing behind you as you exited the building, your dress hiking up every step in your walk. he stared for quite sometime, before being broken out of his thoughts.

"i'd hate to be a bother, but could you drive me home, jack?" you asked so sweetly, it was almost intoxicating to him. he wanted to say 'no' so bad, yet something about you captivated him. it was a sick feeling in his heart, watching as you stood there so innocently, holding a pretty pink umbrella.

he stared at you for a few seconds, before letting out a sigh. "sure."

☆

he didn't know how he ended up here, but he was now in your apartment, photo frames of you and your family spread along the wall, including statues and photo frames of god. the last supper was hung on top of the kitchen frame, facing the dining table, which only had five chairs surrounding the rectangular table.

you were babbling about your home and god, but that was all white noise. your babbling was just nonsense to him until you had said that you'd never had virginity taken. a bit tmi, but you said it so casually.

"you've never had a boyfriend?" he blurted out, making you stop talking.

"i never said that," you replied, your doe eyes looking into his blank ones. "i said that i never had sex." the word sex made you cringe, but you had to state your point.

"how come?" he inquired, a bunch of thoughts swarming his head, and they were not pure ones.

a moment of silence exchanged between them, before you quietly spoke up. "i'm saving myself for marriage." ah, the classic response. yet, it boggled him. he knew that you were a naive and kind girl, but never realized how dedicated you could be. "i want to make sure that my first time is meaningful with the person i'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

he slowly tilted his head, "but aren't you curious?" he inched towards you, making you stand there, your face slightly burning.

"e-excuse me?" you questioned. you knew exactly what he was talking about, and you were curious. but you knew where your loyalties lied, with the man upstairs.

he let out a scoff, "don't act stupid. you're not five years old. you know exactly what i'm talking about."

you felt your core pulse with eagerness, and it hurt. a strange sensation pooled between your thighs, and your breathing quickly increasing with every step he took towards you. maybe you would risk faith for him.

he placed his calloused hand on your hips, tracing down to your ass, making you jump from his touch. he left goosebumps all around your arms, your pupils dilating by the second. he had this effect on you, and you hated it. you hated how the sacred photos were staring you both at this very moment.

within seconds, his lips collided with yours, making you yelp. you automatically melted into his touch, your knees buckling at the moment. his kisses were harsh, and you couldn't keep up with it.

as he kissed you, his hands traveled to your soaked panties, a whimper escaping your lips, followed by a gasp. "jack..." you breathlessly sighed, your hand on his wrist, but not stopping him.

his rough hands pushed you lightly onto the couch, him hovering above you. jack's hand pulled your panties to the side, his hands covered with your slick. his thumb rubbed your clit, jolting your body upwards, closing your thighs together.

"oh, please! jack!" you cried out, the feeling twisting knobs in your stomach.

he pulled your thighs apart, slapping the inside of your right thigh. "don't." he whispered, his lips millimeters away from yours.

his fingers plunged into your soaking cunt, making you squeal at the uncomfortableness that plowed inside of you. he went at a medium to fast pace, the uncomfortableness turning into moments of pleasure, but it made you squirm away, the feeling too much.

"aw," he cooed, "what? can't take my fingers?" he mocked, holding your thighs apart. you cried out, feeling the knot in your stomach slowly coming undone.

"please, please, please, jack!" you moaned out, "i need to- i need to-"

you didn’t know what was happening, but your thighs shook and you were seeing white. before you knew it, you came undone by his fingers.

the feeling of you tightening on his fingers made his cock twitch, straining against the fabric of his jeans. he was painfully hard, and he needed to fill you. his pants were unzipped and his cock was free from the blockage of fabric. his cock prodded at your entrance, making you look down with eyes slightly widened.

"no, no, no... that won't fit..." you whispered, scared of his cock inside your tight walls.

jack looked up at the cross hung up in front of the couch, letting out a cocky smile. "i think god will let it fit, don't you?"

you hummed in response, but eventually nodded.

he entered your wet, tight cunt, groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. you let out a wail, the pain searing at your core. he was still inside, letting you adjust to his cock. "you ready f'me, hun?"

you nodded, quietly hissing as he pulled out and plunged back in. it was repeated thrusts over and over again, your pain soon turning into pleasure. he laughed to himself over the fact that you were so in touch with god, yet committing an act of blasphemy in front of him.

you let out whines and moans, the cross between your chest bouncing up and down from the thrusts. you clawed at his chest as he pounded into you, over and over again.

"look at you," he leaned up against your ear, "getting fucked in front of god." his words sent you into a spiral, drawing you closer to the edge. you moaned at his words, but you wished you didn't. it was all so wrong... but it felt so right.

tears welled up in your eyes as the euphoric feeling happened again, "i-it's happening again, jack! oh, please..." you whimpered, your legs trembling again.

"cum for me. cum for your god." he groaned out, cumming into your wet cunt. the feeling made your stomach feel full, a whine drawing from your lips as he pulled out, watching the white fluid drip down your pussy and onto the black couch.

you were definitely going to repent for your sins.

[grlsbian]

need a friend like this

[icarus-star]

jack thurlow anal training you. <3

a/n: hey guys i'm just super horny..so, softdom!jack but he's also just a little mean, bcuz. what really gave me this idea? this twt vid. tagging people interested :3 @iiheartsai @r0ryculkinwife @wildathevrt (gn!reader)

he starts off small for you. using one of those thin, rubber butt plugs and a lot of lube. he puts it in slowly, slow enough that you can feel it stretching you out and making you want to cry.

once it's in? so much praise. "good job, baby. doin' so good right now." he'd hum before kissing your cheek and letting you adjust to the feeling of the plug.

this goes on for a little while every night until you can fit the plug in without it hurting, and when you're able to, he's gonna make it a bit more challenging.

a bigger metal plug, one with a fake gemstone on the flared end. once again, he used as much lube as possible for you. but it hurt. it was so big for your ass, definitely a lot bigger than the last one he had you taking. "focus on the pleasure, not the pain." he murmurs into your ear whenever it's too much.

when you're crying out from the size of the plug, he's playing with your clit/dick to distract you, but not enough to make you forget about the plug stuffing you up. "is that any better? need anything else, huh?" he said in a condescending tone, as if to yell right at you how needy you are.

some days, he likes to push the plug in and out to make it feel a little more like you're getting fucked. he likes when you whine as he pushes it far in.

somewhere along the way, you finally decide to take his dick. he was gentle, having you hold your legs back for him while he pushed into you. "shh shh, i know, it's a lot.." he cooed, bottoming out inside of you.

he was definitely bigger than all of the plugs he'd used on you, but he was sure to be careful.

when it was too much, he stopped right away. he didn't want to actually tear apart your insides. "it's okay, shh, we'll train you some more tomorrow. get some rest."

[josibunn]

one night only—sonder.

fem!reader x jack thurlow :P 18+

smut (obvi) , jack being a little cheater :[ away on vaca from his wife when he finds u at a club and talks his way into your panties. some spanking, hickeys, kissing, blowjob, cunnilingus, p in v unprotected, sort of drunk sex, semi public (he touched you on the dance floor, in a club bathroom) name calling (good girl, pretty girl, baby, sugar) jacks a bit toxic, (degrading his wife :[) little to no aftercare.

a/n: I had fun with this one! black reader is in mind but as always anyone can read :3 minors dni, enjoy! comment if you wanna be on a tag list and requests are open! also he looks so cute in this gif :)

You sat at the bar of a booming club, a half empty sweet drink in your hand as you swung your crossed legs. You were just about to leave, the music killing your ears and the painfully sweet drink doing quite the opposite of what your friends hoped when they dragged out.

You felt eyes on you though, and not just the bartender who noticed your bored face. They were piercing your backside, making you a bit uncomfortable.

You reached into your purse, ready to pay and dip when a man sat next to you abruptly, making you jump. “Hey.” He spoke with a sigh, leaning on the counter.

“..Hi.” You scanned him quickly, your guard up as you clutched your purse. “Sex on the beach?” He said, referring to the drink you had finished. “That’s so painfully sweet I can feel my teeth rotting.” He snarled his lips, making you crack a little laugh.

“Yeah, uhh it was recommended to me by a friend but it’s..ok? I guess,” you shrugged, twirling the chain of your purse. “Lemme get you a real drink,” he waved down the bartender, ordering something you weren’t familiar with. That was smooth, you thought, smirking amusingly to yourself.

You scanned him more carefully now, he had shoulder length hair that curled at the ends, a baby blue button down that rolled up to his elbows, black jeans and some sneakers. He paired his shirt with thousands of hair ties and colorful silly bands wrapped around his wrists, making you giggle a little.

He had a beautiful hooked nose and plump pink lips that spread nicely across his teeth when he cracked a joke with the bartender. He turned back to you, and that’s what the piercing feeling was. Those sharp, intense blue eyes he held.

You realized he was waiting for you to respond, “I’m sorry, what'd you say?” He chuckled a little, “I said what’s your name,” he looked at you over his glass, sliding yours over to you. You took a drink, the strong taste burning your throat.

He wasn’t kidding about getting you a real drink. You coughed out your name, holding your chest as he laughed at you. “Too much?” He tilted his head slightly.

“Just a little,” you smiled through your cough you managed to choke down. “What’s yours?”

“Jack, nothin’ too special, yeah-I clearly wasn’t the favorite child.” He shrugged, making you giggle. “Jack isn’t that bad of a name, it’s simple.” You shrug, bouncing your leg attentively as you listen to him.

“And simple is boring, s’not as nearly as unique as yours,” he shook his head as he threw his drink back, seemingly swallowing it with ease.

You were still working on yours, circling the rim with your nail. “Well duh, everyone can’t be uniquely named, the world needs boring people like you to balance it out,” you joked, smiling over your glass as you watched him scoff.

“like me??” He laughed, “Hey you said it I’m just agreeing with ya’,” you put your hands up in defense, looking to the side as he laughed at you, making you join him.

“Okay, since you’re so unique, what'd you do for a living?” He said, bobbing his head snarkily, making you roll your eyes.

Your sarcasm paired up perfectly with each other’s, each monotone joke bounced off the last. And he was so smooth, you were kind of in awe that he got you talking so much, if someone would’ve told you you would’ve been here just ten minutes before you’d probably scoff and nod it off.

You found yourself growing closer to him, your knees sat pretty between his legs that were spread wide on the side of you, and with the way you were leaning in close to talk to him because of the music blaring he had the perfect view of your perched up tits in that pretty, pearl white mini dress you wore that accentuate your curves oh so well.

You only caught him staring sometimes.

Okay, a lot.

You smiled at him as he told a story about one of his friends, a little tipsy but still trying to pay attention, though all you could look at were his arms, his shirt hugged his muscles perfectly, the top buttons open a bit, allowing you to see some of his collarbone, making you internally bite your lip.

“Moral of the story, don’t let the stocky, already scary looking lesbian trip set your first time smoking,” he shook his hands and you shared a laugh.

“Can I buy you a drink this..time?” You asked, clearing your throat when you realized how sloppy you sounded, some of your words slurring.

He chuckled at you, “Yeah, don’t give me any bullshit though, nothing too sweet,” he said as you waved down the bartender, and you felt his hand trail up from where it previously sat on your knee to your thigh, his thumb pressing into your skin as he cupped your soft flesh, starting to rub inward.

“Try this, it’s not too bad in my opinion,” you watched him take a sip, his brow raising as he looked up in thought.

“Okay, that’s not too terrible, ‘can still feel my molars cracking, though.” He nodded, making you roll your eyes and chuckle a little.

Your brows furrowed as you watched him sit his cup down, a ring? He’s married???

You grabbed his hand by his ring finger, raising it up. “Oh?”

“Oh,” his face flushed a bit, “Yeah.” Was all he said. “You’re married? At a club—at,” you got your phone out with your free hand to check the time, “One am??”

“Lemme explain,” he put his hands out in defense. “I swear she knows I’m here.”

“She does,” you nodded, furrowing your brows again as you looked to the side, taking a drink. What a shame, you thought. I really liked him too.

“I promise she does, we-okay, man I really didn’t wanna get into this part of my life here,” He cracked a laugh, but you didn’t follow.

“We’ve been having some..problems. Long story short, I lost both parents, and we lost our baby.”

“..Oh.” Yeah, uh—don’t say you’re sorry, I get it literally every day, and it’s almost been a year.”

You nodded, just not saying anything. “And we’ve been arguing day to day, and always going to bed angry, and work has been hell for both of us, so she suggested we go on separate trips with some friends to clear our heads and maybe get the weights off our shoulders.”

Nodding, you take another drink, hoping it’d help you get past this. “Okay, I get that.”

“kay, good. Can we keep this going? Is it weird now? I should’ve worn the ‘I love my wife’ shirt she brought me,” he shook his head as he brought his glass up to his mouth, making you giggle.

“Yeah, we can. How long ‘you been married?”

You listened to him talk about his seemingly loveless marriage, though only had been together a little over four years, and now it made sense why he was here, talking to you. He wanted an escape. A different woman, just for the night. you could give that to him.

“This is my first night here in this town, I’d say it’s going pretty well,” He smiled, his eyes bouncing from your lips, to your breast and lower.

You smiled back before downing the rest of your drink, “Wanna dance?” You took his hand and stood him up before he could answer.

“Uhh,” he stammered, quickly downing his own before following, “I don’t know how to dance.”

“Well I do, you’ll be fine. Just follow me.” “Seriously, I really don’t. Like it’s bad, I’m so bad.”

You laughed at him, stopping near the back of the club where a dip is easily found but with people still around you.

“You a quick learner?” You put his hands on your hips as you pressed your back to his chest. “Somewhat,” he swallowed hard, his fingers pressing into your skin.

“good, just follow me, ok? follow my moves,” you looked back and up at him, him nodding at you in confirmation. neither of you recognized what song was playing, but that didn’t matter to you as you swayed along to the sensual singing, grinding against him with each snare of the beat.

he moved his hips with you, stepping side to side, making you giggle. “jack, you’re moving like a grandpa. loosen up,” you laughed, and he laughed with you, “I told you I don’t know how,” he trailed his right hand up your hip, cupping your boob as his left held a tight grip on his waist, rubbing inward to hold your stomach.

you held his hand softly as you bit your lip, keeping your body close to his, not that you really had a choice. he was so pressed against you you’d thought your body’s would fuse, the feel of his hard on against your ass as he finally swayed smoothly with you made you let out a shuddery breath.

“that’s it,” you praised him, to which he only hummed as you moved your head out the way when you felt his lip glide against your ear to your jaw to your neck, planting soft kisses to your skin, sending heat straight to your core.

you held his head as he worked on your neck, feeling his hand inch under your tiny dress, the side of his index grazing your clit, making you gasp lightly.

he hummed into your neck as he continued prodding at your clit with his thumb, the side of his index rubbing you between your folds. you moaned quietly, gripping his wrists slightly as you grinded back against him, simultaneously moving against his bulge.

“jack,” you gasped, feeling just how hard he was against you. “bathroom?” he breathed into your ear, and you nodded frantically, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the nearest bathroom you knew, not bothering to fix your dress that was pulled up slightly because of him.

you knocked quickly, opening the door once you didn’t receive anything back. you flicked on the light, throwing down your purse before he pushed you against the door, shutting it with your back and smashing you in a kiss, his hands holding your face as you found his shirt, balling the fabric in your fists as your kiss deepened.

you tried not to think about the cold metal of his ring on your cheek as you kissed him, trying to not let the guilt get to you. and luckily, you were drunk enough to let it slip your mind quickly, your focus being on how he lifted you onto his thigh, his knee against the door as he moved you against his thigh by the tight grasp of his hands.

you gasped, moaning into his mouth at the pleasure shooting through you, gripping his biceps as your pussy throbbed against his jeans, feeling yourself dampen, listening to his heavy breathing between the kiss and your moaning.

your hands found the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as quick as you could with your acrylic nails clacking against each other. you flung it open as you got the rest undone, kissing from his collarbones and down his toned chest sloppily, nails grazing his skin as you slid down his thigh onto on his shoe, right against your cunt.

“please baby,” he whimpered, his hand finding his way into your hair, cradling the back of your head as you eagerly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erection, almost hitting you in the face.

he was surprisingly pretty down there, was nicely trimmed but not overly bushy or too clean shaven, he had about a good 6.5, maybe even seven inches on him with great girth, that curved to the right slightly, veins going up to his mushroom tip red and oozing pre cum impatiently, waiting on you.

you were honestly salivating, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or your incurable oral fixation. you spat in your hand, stroking him quickly while you peered up at him with wide, blown out eyes, already seeing his head thrown back as he let out a groan, his thumb caressing your head and tightening his grip.

your tongue circled his tip, sucking it slowly before inching more of his length into your mouth until you got to the base, careful not to gag. he let out a guttural groan, his stomach dropping at the feel of your wet, warm tongue around his throbbing cock.

he put a hand against the tile wall to hold himself up as he watched you take him, a grunt coming from him each time you gagged around him. “you’re doing so good sugar, holy fuck,” he moans, brows knit together and mouth ajar as he looked into your eyes, moving the hair off your tear stained cheeks.

he groaned again, watching his cock disappear into your mouth, loving how your lips looked wrapped around him like this. you sucked around the tip quickly, hollowing out your mouth as spit dripped onto his cock and your thighs, stroking the rest of his length that you weren’t focused on.

that sent him over, he was spewing groans and curses out of his mouth like they were scriptures, eyes squeezing shut and head throw back, chest heaving.

“that’s it baby, fuck you’re so good, so fucking good,” he whispered, moving his hair out of his own face. he took yours into a makeshift ponytail with his fist, “hold still, ok?” was the only warning he gave you, and before you could register what he could’ve meant he thrusted his cock into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, making you gag.

he pushed your head onto his dick as he fucked your throat to match his thrusts, and you couldn’t control your gagging as your eyes rolled back, gripping onto his thighs for support.

“Yeah just like that baby, good girl,” he groaned, fucking into your mouth faster. you whimpered, your jaw starting to hurt but you felt his thrusts falter in consistency, so you knew he was close.

he swallowed hard above you, letting out low mm mm mm’s and grunting with each thrust, hearing you gag and moan, the vibrations making him twitch in your throat.

he sped up, shoving your head down even tougher now with each thrust, “look at you,’ takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” he praised, other hand holding your cheek affectionately.

“oooh fuck i’m gonna cum, fuck baby i’m gonna cum,” he whimpered, his lip tucked between his teeth, brows knit together before he held your head down on him, nose tickling his pubes as hot spurts of cum shot into your throat, a relieved sigh and heavy breaths coming from Jack.

he pulled off slowly so he wouldn’t waste a drop, holding his tip to your lips as the last little spurts of cum shot onto them. “you gonna spit?” he asked you, putting himself away.

you licked your lips and swallowed, holding onto his jeans as you stuck your tongue out, “Swallowed? good girl, good fuckin’ girl,” he mumbled something about his wife, along the lines of “never swallows” but you were too fucked out to care.

he held your chin as he stood you up and kissed you, hands between your thighs again, rubbing your clit in circles. he pulled away from your lip and got onto his knees, pulling your dress up and sliding your underwear down as he peppered kisses up your thighs, backing you up against the wall again.

he kissed your folds as if to make out with your actual lips, his nose bumping against your clit, making you whimper, brows knit and eyes squeezed, hands laced between his locks, nails gliding over his scalp.

“needa taste, have ta’ have you,” he rasped, his breath hot over your slit. Jacks finger spreading in a V over your throbbing cunt, pressing so he spread you, clit puffy and presented to him.

Flattening his tongue, jacks eyes lifted to yours, licking a long stripe from your glistening hole to your clit, his eyes filled with lust as they eyed you and you only, already starting to fog over and he barely got a taste yet.

he pushed his tongue in you with eagerness, groaning at the taste, the vibrations making you clench down on him, your back arching upwards as you grind against him.

you fisted his hair as you held his held down, bobbing his tongue into you as you rode his face, his eyes rolling back and lashes fluttering at your needy, desperate actions.

you moaned mantras of his name as he dug you out, moaning out when he inserted both fingers into you at once, pulling his hair back at the pleasure. You were reactive, squirming with pleasure, a new rush of adrenaline and ecstasy flooding through your system, his tongue reaching a new area that had your head spinning.

he loved it, every second of it. he loved how you moaned squeakily when your clit hits his nose at the right angle. he loved how you pulled his hair when he hit a sensitive spot, it made him leak all onto the floor.

he grabbed you by the thighs, turning you around so your face and fingers were pressed against the tile wall and your legs spread for him, pussy and ass on display.

he grabbed at the flesh, keeping you down on his as he fingered you at an unforgiving pace while his tongue stimulated your clit, your slick trailing down his arm.

he spread his thick fingers inside you, scissoring you at a brutal pace, and you swear you saw stars, legs shaking as you moaned his name loudly, drooling on the tile as your mouth formed an “o” shape.

“oh jack, awe fuck jack i’m gonna cum, m’gonna cum!” you sobbed, gasping at hiccuping as he sped up his fingers, eyes rolling back into your head.

“oh m’god, my god my god my god fuck, jack!” you came on his fingers, legs shaking endlessly and drawn out moans exiting you, trying to come down softly but he just kept circling your clit with his tongue, overstimming you :(

he pulled out his fingers, moaning as he sucked your cum off of them, lashes fluttering. he stood, rubbing his hard dick as his other hand rubbed your ass, catching his breath.

you babbled nonsense, your head spinning as you came down from your high. “so good, so good so good so good,” you whispered, chest heaving.

jack rubbed his tip against your soaking, pulsing hole, a hand wrapped under your stomach, his lips parted slightly, head filled with the thought of filling your aching pussy. somewhere in the midst of that “so good,” he whispered, “slidin’ in,” in your ear, proceeding to slide his cock in you in one swift, slow motion, making you choke and moan out loudly, way louder than what he let out.

your walls hugged him perfectly as he bottomed out, never feeling as full as you did now. “jack,—gasp—jack! awe!” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your brows furrowed to the sky, feeling as if you were fusing with the tile.

he rested his cheek against your head, panting into your hair as his arm planked on the wall, other arm wrapped around your torso, pushing deeper into you, emitting a low groan. “oh yes baby, ohhh yes, so tight” he moans, his hair falling into the peripheral vision of your barely open eyes.

your moans fought each other as he thrusted into your slowly, gripping your body as you clenched around him involuntarily. “you’re so wet baby, fuckin’ look at that,” his eyes were glued on your pussy lips and he he disappeared into you, sucking him greedily as he shoved your body back.

“such a good, hungry pussy for me.” he groaned, speeding up, fucking you deeper, your moans drawing out with each drag of his cock. you felt him all over your skin, the pleasure consuming you as he fucked you dumb, and he only just started.

“my god jack, my god you’re so good, so fucking good,” you damn near whined, tears swelling as your stomach heaved.

“I know baby I know,” he whispered, kissing your head tenderly, and he swore it made you wetter. “wish I could take you home with me, can’t’ get enough of these pretty fuckin’ moans sugar.” he slapped the side of your ass, making your hiccup.

“you think she’d mind? arriving with this pretty thing on my hip?” he sped up, and you didn’t even think it was possible for him to get deeper, feeling him in your fingertips and heels, your toes curling.

“shit baby, think she’d watch, huh? watch me f-fuck the life outta you as if you were the one i married?” he chuckled breathily, and you felt him graze that spongy, sensitive spot, making you gasp and your back arch, not even giving you time to register the shit that spews out of his mouth.

“oh jack right there, please right there baby right there,” you begged, clenching around him. he sat up, gripping l the fat of your tailbone to pull you back onto him even closer, arching your back more. “here baby? right here?” he panted, sending love taps to your newfound sweet spot.

each little thrust against it sent you moaning whiney, nose scrunched, eyes shut, and mouth agape, forming a “O” shape. “there it is,” he groaned, suddenly slamming into that spot repeatedly and mercilessly, his free right hand intertwining with yours that was pressed against the tile, locking fingers, his cheek hot against your hair.

“oh jack, oh jack don’t stop, don’t fucking stop! oh my god!” you cried out, letting out loud ‘awe awe awe’s as he abused your pussy.

you felt your stomach tie up as he didn’t let up his pace, ramming himself into you with raspy panting and low babbling, not even forming coherent sentences. “gonna ruin me baby,” you heard from him, “takin’ me so fuckin good, so fuckin good,” he’d pant.

you screamed out, gripping his interlocked fingers in yours as your dam broke, “oh jack! m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum! awe, oh!!” you hiccuped and cried.

“breath baby breath, you got it,” he cooed, reaching down and playing with your clit. and just like that, your damn broke. you came with a gasp and a raise of your brows, moaning loudly, almost boardering pornographic.

“oh fuck baby, fuck baby you’re squirting,” he sounded elated, putting pressure on your clit as he drew wide circles around it, pulling more moans and fluids out of you, staining his boxers and thighs.

“ooh baby, ooh baby it’s too much, too much you’re too good,” you whined, holding his hand tighter. you were out of it, eyes glossy and big as you looked back at him, tears still welled in your eyes as they rain down your cheeks too.

you watched his lashes flutter, god did he look gorgeous. his hair stuck adorably to his forehead as he watched you suck him in, cheeks flushed pink and lips newly glossy with spit.

“cmon baby, I know you can take more. look at you, so fuckin’ greedy f’me,” he groaned, his head rolling over as he watched your pussy drool around him, throbbing inside. he groaned, the sound of your juices squelching sending him through the roofs. “never had pussy like this before, gotta savor it, alla’ it.”

“oh my god baby, gonna fucking cum, mmm i’m gonna fuckin’ cum, oh fuck,” he croaks, his hand moving to grip your hips, pushing into you and shoving you more into the tile as he rammed into your recklessly, chasing his release.

his orgasm hit him like a train as he came inside of you, groaning and panting heavily, eyes shutting as you both tried to catch your breath. he wraps his arms around you and lays his head on yours, you whining softly as he mumbled praises to you, kissing your head with, “so good, did so fuckin good for me,” sprinkling some pretty girl’s in there before he pulled out, careful not to hurt you.

he sat you on the toilet as he cleaned you up with a wet paper towel, making you and himself look presentable again, fixing his shirt and putting you back in your underwear, bringing your dress back to it’s original length.

“thank you,” you mumble, thinking he was just gonna slip off after cumming. “f’course. you were so good, I wish I could take you home,” he sighs, kissing you softly, his thumb rubbing your cheek.

“how long are you gonna be down here?” you ask between kisses, and thankfully he had a few days left.

he slips his number into your purse as you follow him to the mirror, him wiping your cheeks as you fixed your hair, surprised it still looked good, although you couldn’t say the same for your makeup.

he said nothing but kissed your forehead before he left, and you followed soon after, finding your friends to tell them about your little hookup.

a/n: ahh that was so long i’m sorry! I had a lot of fun with this if you couldn’t tell, it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while :) I hope you enjoyed!

[444rockstargf]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓!𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: female!reader x college professor!jack thurlow

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 712

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: reader is legal adult, jack is in his mid-30s, flirting, teasing, mention of handjob, sexual innuendos

the loud shriek of the afternoon dismissal bell broke you out of your obscure train of thoughts. your head lifted from the cold table, standing up from your chair and hurriedly shoving all your books into your bag. “y/n, i would like to see you at my desk for a moment.” halfway through the door, you stopped in your tracks. oh shit. this was the third time this week that you’d been called to stand in mr. thurlow’s presence. but it was as if he got a sick thrill out of keeping you on your toes.

you shuffled your way over to his cluttered desk in the corner of the room. you stood a good two feet away from him, marking sure to keep your distance as he swiveled around in his chair and glanced up at you through the lenses of his charming glasses as he typed away on his century old computer, his hungry eyes now leering at your body in your misfitting uniform skirt and blazer. it wasn’t your fault that the school board always “accidentally” sent you the wrong size. 

“good, please have a seat.” you swallowed hard, palms already going clammy. “o-on what, sir..?” he looked over at you, seeing the problem.he gave a forced laugh, shifting a few inches in his seat. “silly me. here, we can share this one.” you felt obliged to do what he said, even though he phrased it as a suggestion. you sat down with him, his thigh pressing into your bare leg.

you felt that familiar molten in your gut as you breathed in his intoxicating scent of aged wood and musk. his low voice that had a slight rasp brought your attention back. “i’m sure you know why i’ve called you.” during your lunch break, he had caught you giving another student a “handy” in the janitor’s closet. you knew what you did, but playing dumb seemed to work for you.

he turned slightly so he was directly facing you, he hand strategically gripping your thigh and placing it on top of his own. “i-i’m sorry for falling asleep in class, mr. thurlow. i was just having so much trouble with the research paper you assigned yesterday and-” he held out a hand, shutting you up immediately. “don’t bullshit me, dear.” his words were said with such authority that you felt your spine straighten.

“you and i both know what i’m talking about.” you hadn’t even noticed his arm slithering around your waist, pulling you closer to him to stop you from falling off the seat. he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “while i am aware that you are a young woman, free to go about and do whatever she may please,” he brought a finger to your chin, making you look up at him. “i know you are a very smart girl. and none of the pretentious boys at this school are worthy of your attention…” his hand began to trail down, caressing your hips. “...nor your touch.” 

he was hypnotizing you with his words. you felt your stomach churn with desire as you took in every detail of him, the single bolt of white in this chestnut brown hair in his bun signifying that he was a much more experienced adult than you were. he took off his glasses, folding them and hooking them into the convenient opening in his shirt.

he pulled you off of the seat, hands on your waist as he brought his face leveled to your stomach. “i’m just a concerned teacher looking out for my favourite student.” he nearly had you sitting on his lap, your core begging for an end to the torture he was putting you through. he began to bring your hips down onto his parted thighs ever so slowly, your heavy breathing syncing with his.

when you were low enough, he brought his lips to the cave of your ear. “i expect to see you tomorrow afternoon at your lunch break. then we can tackle this complicated assignment together. how’s that sound?” he winked, making you nod as a smile spread across your lips. he grinned, “excellent… i look forward to it.” he gave you a pat on the ass, bringing his chair back in front of his computer and typing away once again, stealing glances at your body from behind as you walked away.

[junkshopblog]

his face is so rideable ugh 😣

[kristennero-wallacewellsver]

Tyler

(The expecting)

How is there no content about him if he is one of Rory's hottest characters (my opinion)

I'm going to die if I don't see a paragraph about his content, I'm literally begging 😭

[nightpixxie]

more edits of rory to deftones pls ✮⋆₊ ⊹ !!!!!